Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.
- DON'T WEEP AT MY GRAVE by Mary Elizabeth Frye
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a/n: this was just something i stumbled onto. i thought it was really beautiful and meaningful and it made me smile.
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